Aoarashi twined himself around Kujaku's staff. "Go on," he cajoled. "What is my future?"
Kujaku looked at him with those purple, purple eyes. "You really don't want to know," he said calmly. "It won't help, it never helps; you can break other people's futures but never your own, except by breaking yourself even worse."
Aoarashi hissed. "You do me no favours by making me ask you again."
"A favour? Very well." Kujaku stared at Aoarashi. "For you I see hunger, hunger, and hunger again; hunger of the soul, hunger of the flesh, and hunger of the heart; one you already have, one you will grow to know, and one you will never admit to."
"Bah," Aoarashi said. He untwined himself from the staff and fled like a gust of wind, flickering through the long grass.
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